It’s very funny, if imaginary, conversation between a dad and his son. Troubling, too…but funny.
– a conversation the writer can see himself having, someday, with his son:
P: If God can do anything, why wouldn’t He stop it from raining when I have soccer practice.
T: Primus, that’s because God hates soccer, and when he sees children playing soccer it fills Him with sadness.
P: Do you mean, it’s a sin to play soccer?
T: I believe so. They call it “Eurotrashism“.
P: So I’m making a sin by playing soccer?
T: Primus, do you receive Communion at Mass?
(Primus shakes his head no)
T: That’s right, you don’t. That’s because you haven’t reached the age of reason. That means you’re not fully responsible for your actions, and it would be very difficult for you to commit a sin.
P: Then who made the sin of me playing soccer?
T: That would be your mother. After all, she is the one who filled your head with the thought.
P: We should pray for mommy.
T: Yes, yes we should.
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